Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Strode. 16021645393. Chloris in the Snow
I SAW fair Chloris walk alone, | |
When feather’d rain came softly down, | |
As Jove descending from his Tower | |
To court her in a silver shower: | |
The wanton snow flew to her breast, | 5 |
Like pretty birds into their nest, | |
But, overcome with whiteness there, | |
For grief it thaw’d into a tear: | |
Thence falling on her garments’ hem, | |
To deck her, froze into a gem. | 10 |